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funeral waterhow you must have suffered getting to know me and my imperfect substance.funeral water
you never liked the gown I always wore- even when pulled it up over my head- exposing your name in letters made of left over spit across my breasts.
how it must have pained you while your fists created that deep purple river- displayed so creatively across my stomach.
in warlike form, I'll stand on the bank and wait while you strangle hope.
first, let me remind you that under the rock, by the steps that lead to the wat
by ~soulvacation5
my thoughts of youthey palpitate and stir, spurn and sneer, over steeps and peaks, through time and space, then fall- bleeding out like a double death of creatures so vast, they stamp out the sun.my thoughts of you
somewhere there are tornadoes spinning and thrusting across the plains. somewhere a thunderstorm dies.
somewhere I'm begging a stranger to assault me- just so I can remember what it's like to be touched.
by ~soulvacation5
HarvestI remember many days perhaps not intended for me. they were harvesting days, in fields, in towns where little boysHarvest
won't sit in cheap seats.
on winding roads,
I would walk, naked and cut; mouth full of salt and blood, wearing the necklace carefully formed by my mother's tears.
had I waited for the dark, dripping, dampness of winter, I would have missed the sight of you
rising from the dust, fingers at my throat, grasping the pain that encircled my neck, never fully taking hold.
you s
by ~soulvacation5
it's 3:42 A.M.In a deep sleep, I walk down hallways of your house in search of you, my freedom- the one that makes my world seem okay.it's 3:42 A.M.
through frozen eyelids, I watch a formless silhouette dance on every wall thrashing its arms at dead moss on your doorway.
with a sudden halt, like a gasp at the gallows, I step back while dead bees form the red carpet for my grand entrance.
I'll cover you in warm earth- beg for a bed beneath your lips. I'll stagger into your bedroom, cut off my hands, and finally let you g
by ~soulvacation5
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